I wake up and feel a pain in my whole body but mainly in my head. It feels like I am about to explode and something tells me that I shouldn't move one inch. Then I remember how I passed out and just then I hear a voice.
“Hello, Alice, welcome to my Wonderland,” a deep male voice says and my head turns to him. There he is, the tall and has quite brought shoulders. His eyes still shine so bright and have a certain excitement in them, now that he knows what will happen and I take it as he wants to have fun to then kill me and cut me into pieces. Nothing but hate and furor burn inside of me.
“Shut the fuck up …” I hiss with all the strength I have but in the end my voice is weak and just raspy. He slowly steps closer to me and I have to hold myself back from spitting into his face. If I make him mad at me now, I will die even faster.

“Why so grumpy? I sneaked around a bit and heard that you're pretty much into all this BDSM stuff so why complain now? This is actually Wonderland to you, if you think about it!” His words make me frown. I wonder how he knows about my sexual preferences because I never told anyone what's really going on in my head and what makes me hot.
“How do you know that … ?” I hear myself say, a little too embarrassed for my liking.
“C'mon, woman. I'm an assassin, too. I know how to do my research well,” he says but I don't really hear him. I took my chance to look at my situation. I was completely naked and cuffed at my wrists and ankles. All fours are sprawled out on a stretching bank. A slight feeling of panic rushes through my body though I find it arousing at the same time. I try to turn to check out my reach and ability to move. Unfortunately I am not able to move much more than half an inch.

I look at him again then as he lets his fingertips run over my leg. He starts from my ankle and goes up to my thigh. His doings cause goosebumps to appear allover my body. The cozy kind that you never want to fade again. In his eyes I can see a swirl of lust and excitement while they turn into a lovely shade of a sapphire color. I try to concentrate and gain my voice back but his touch makes it really hard to not make me moan.
“Then … what're you doing there...? If you want to kill me... torture me... just do it, no need to play games.” I immediately hate myself for opening my mouth because my words are not convincing at all and all the strength in them got missing under his touch and the gaze of him which reflects pure admiration.
“Seems like you didn't realize just yet that I do enjoy games a whole lot. Wouldn't have gotten you so angry back at the club if it wasn't for my fun,” he says in a chuckle and slowly leans over me while his eyes look deep into mine. I can't help but shiver lightly at this and it takes everything to swallows my moan of pleasure while I already feel my body heating up.

Somehow I had to break this intense moment because I was sure that one more touch or one more word of him now would make me dripping wet and then he had his little triumph over me.
“So you're granting me one last time of complete heaven for me before you cut me up to pieces and bury me in the sea?” My words are supposed to be feisty but in reality they just turn out to be weak and it makes me sick. Slowly I try to regain my countenance while I realize that my breath goes heavy already and my whole body tells him to take me this instant.
“I'm not doing you a favor, babe, it's all for me. I honestly couldn't care less about your enjoyment but it's a plus, at least a woman who will let it happen and not struggle.” His words make me lose my concentration and I stop fighting completely.

I can feel him getting closer to my neck on which he whispers soft kisses that leave hot spots on my skin. Slowly he traces his lips to my shoulder where he suddenly places a strong bite. This makes me gasp and moan at the same time. I want to be close to him. I want him to continue and never stop and so I arch my back against the bare skin of his chest. I have no idea when he took off his shirt or if he ever had one on but I also couldn't care less about that right now. All I wanted was him inside of me.
When his large hands go to my waist, I expected him to do something else than pushing my body back against the hard leather of the stretching bench. Unsatisfied about that, I pull on my cuffs again but he doesn't seem to notice that while he looks at me. It seems like he takes in every inch of my body with his eyes so he will burn into his memory.

Just after a few seconds I realize that he wants me to be calm. He is the one that makes the rules and so I obey. It takes me a few deep breaths while I concentrate on his chest which alone gets me going again. These colorful tattoos he has on his arms are highlighted by two grey ones on his marvelous upper chest. The word “FICTION” is written down on it in red and black and goes down to his belly. My eyes nearly roll back into my head when I see the growing bulge in his pants that wants to welcome me finally. But unfortunately its owner likes to tease and so it appears that he slowly goes down to my thighs with his hands.
Meanwhile he dips down to start kissing his way down from my neck. Slowly he trails the tip of his tongue over my collar bones and pulls a bit of skin between his teeth now and then to make me moan loudly again. When he reaches the valley of my breasts, I look down at him only to see him concentrating on his doings. His hands slowly go further up my inner thighs as his tongue goes up to my right breast and up to the ring in my bud.

With a naughty grin he pulls on it which makes me gasp and crave for more. Between my legs I felt my warmth getting more and more impatient and a certain tingle went through my body as the hot ball builds up in my stomach. Slowly I bow my back to press his face against my skin, telling him to do more. I want more of his everything. A harsh bite on my side brings me the certain pain I need to forget myself and once more I pull on the cuffs while he sits up with his knees on the bench. Confusedly I look at him to then see how he pulls down his pants along with his boxers.
Seeing his hard member for the first time nearly gets me off already. He reaches his hand out to grab my hair, pulling my head up as good as he can to then lean down. Quickly he presses his lips on mine and catches them in a demanding kiss. Without any time being wasted, I open my mouth to let our tongues fight for the dominance and while our lips move in sync, his other hand goes down my front, lightly grabbing my breasts with a groan into my mouth.

The rough skin on his fingertips sends shivers down my spine and when he goes down to place his hand where I needed him the most, I bite his bottom lip to pull on it, moaning loudly as his thumb starts teasing my pulsing nub. I buck my hips at him, begging him to do more but instead he goes down again to my inner thigh. The fact that I can feel the tip of his cock against my wet core already, gets me more frustrated. I harden the kiss and just when I want to make my voice of pleading to be heard, he suddenly thrusts into me.
I scream out loudly as I feel him buried inside of me like this. He was just the perfect size to send me off to heaven. I lift up my hips to get him deeper and a mixture of moans and gasps leave my parted lips as he starts moving in an intense rhythm. While one hand stays in my hair, the other holds my hip up and his deep thrusts hit just the right spot over and over again.

I feel the tingling deep inside of me and with the groans he makes sound, I realize like I am in heaven already. He is the perfect fit but even though he does everything right, this pace was getting my head in.
“Faster … please. Please!” I beg him with a breathless and weak voice. I tilt my head back and my moans get louder as he puts on a quick and hard pace. He starts pounding into me and his pelvis crashes against me, making it pressing against my clit with every thrust. Quickly his head comes back down so he can suck on my neck. Immediately he finds my sweet spot and the fireworks inside of me go off just shortly after. I scream out my pleasure while I arch my back against his chest again. My walls clench around his length while he keeps hitting my g-spot with every move and I simply collapse on the table again while he keeps on until he lets out a growled “fuck” when he spills his juices inside of me, making me his own.

For a bit he stays inside of me and I love this feeling. Satisfied I smile while my lids are heavy but I manage to look at him with a dreamy gaze. Far too quickly he gets off of me and cleans himself before he gets into his boxers and jeans again. I watch him as he gets dressed and admire his so perfect body. I want more of him and I'm sure I will get it soon enough.